Fish Notes

In fact, the little fisherman wanted to be a sailor since he was a child, sailing everywhere like his father.

My father is very busy and spends most of the year at sea. Sometimes when he arrives at a certain seaport, he will write a letter and send it back, together with the money he earned.At that time, the little fisherman was still very young. Although he lived by the sea, he couldn't go far, let alone the outside world, even leaving the fishing village.

He only remembered that he was sitting on the ground, and his mother was opening the envelope on the chair beside her, her eyes were red.Still don't know what missing is, or have seen too little, the little fisherman has no impression of his father, more is imagination.A piece of paper fell lightly. He looked up and found that his mother was immersed in the letter, so he crawled over to pick it up with his little hands, and looked through it by himself.

He couldn't read the words, but on the piece of paper was a small picture of a crowded harbor, the sky was as blue as the sea, and seagulls were flying above the crowd.

The little fisherman had never seen so many people, and the number was too many to count. It was a lively scene.The most noisy place he knew was a small town half a day away from the fishing village. Only at the beginning of the month and at the end of the month would his mother take him there to buy some daily necessities at the market.It was very lively there, with countless small vendors and people in various clothes, the little fisherman panicked and grabbed his mother's clothes, looking left and right.But it’s not as good as this painting, maybe this is the outside world, it’s so big and vast, even the ordinary sights for people in big cities can surprise the little fisherman.

It was only later that he saw the name of that place on an old map. It was far away, about to cross an ocean.

But when he was still a child, the little fisherman was full of envy, yelling "Oh oh", and patted his mother's leg to signal her to come and see.The mother found him, bowed her head and said something softly, and then the little fisherman was hugged into her arms, and the piece of paper was taken away.Then, he sucked his fingers quietly and listened to his mother talking about many things about his father. Some of them understood, some didn't, some remembered, and some completely forgot.

In the end, the only thing that stuck in his mind was the sea and the sailors.

After that, he grew up slowly, learned to swim and was good at water, and the neighbors said that he would be a sailor like his father in the future.He was very happy to hear that, and turned his head to look behind him.

His mother was standing on the shore not far away, her long light brown hair was blown by the salty sea breeze, her eyes of the same color seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to pass through him and sink into the sea in front of her.Following his mother's line of sight, he turned around and looked at the long sea horizon. The tide was rising and falling, and the sun was setting little by little.

That's where the father was.

The little fisherman gradually tasted the taste of longing. He counted the days with his fingers to see how long it would take for the postman from the town to come.Sometimes three to five days, sometimes less than half a month.My father usually came back at the end of the year, with the lingering smell of sea water and the traces of his fingers being yellowed by tobacco leaves.

This was the happiest time in the family, and his mother would make a lot of delicious food, so he ran to the cabinet and took out the spirits he had prepared earlier and poured a glass for his father.Then, the father would tell them what he had seen and heard along the way, whether it was the thrill and boredom of drifting at sea, or the anecdotes of people in foreign lands, all of which fascinated the little fisherman.

He also took a sip of the wine, it was very spicy, so he stuck out his tongue with a bitter face and breathed out.His father laughed loudly, patted him on the shoulder with a broad palm, and said, "You're still young, don't worry!"The little fisherman felt dizzy and a little excited. He talked to his father about the family affairs and announced loudly that he would also be a sailor in the future.

The mother who was sitting on the side was listening quietly, but at this moment she glanced at her father with disapproving eyes, and said, "Don't, leave me alone at home, I'm afraid." The father didn't care much, and waved his hand to answer. : "What are you afraid of." He turned sideways and nodded to the little fisherman: "Good boy, sail with me in the future!"

The little fisherman responded repeatedly, but his mother's helpless sigh seemed to ring in his ears.

However, the little fisherman still failed to become a sailor in the end.

The bad news came on a gloomy afternoon.The mother's wailing and the neighbor's comfort made the ten-year-old fisherman feel that everything was false.He stood there blankly, his face turned cold at some point, like the winter sea water rushing into his nasal cavity, making him uncomfortable as if he was suffocating.

Nothing but a letter announcing the death.The father died on the night when the storm hit, and there were no bones left. If there was no surviving first officer, perhaps even the news would have been buried in the sea, leaving the mother and son waiting hopelessly for a day.

Soon, my mother also fell ill, so seriously ill that even the doctor shook his head and said nothing.Before dying, she took the little fisherman's hand and yelled at him to never be like her father.The little fisherman agreed, and since his father died, he never remembered his dream of being a sailor.Only the distant, boundless ocean, promises broken like foam, and... two simple tombs standing side by side.

The little fisherman learned to fish, and at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he followed the neighbor's uncle to drive the boat out to sea.They never go too far from the shore, just cast their nets in relatively shallow areas, and make a living by some ordinary harvest.The little fisherman is very grateful to those who help him, if he is not too young, he will be able to repay him well.

He gradually got used to living alone, except that he would be a little lonely during the festival every year, and it was snowing heavily outside the house, and he silently placed three tableware on the table inside the house, pretending that nothing had changed.

"happy holidays!"

Trying to force a smile, the little fisherman shook the wine glass, which contained the kind of wine his father used to drink.He tasted it, it was very spicy and bitter.

really weird.

The author has something to say:

I can't swim, and I can't drink